Migraine Dreams
I walked the desert of the sun. Light was the sage, the Joshua, and the wild grass.
Our youngest son was struck down by a lightning rod in a violet-robed storm.
You and I sought privacy in a labyrinth of rooms. Our bodies, like vines, grappled to sate our longing to be one.
Like a bird, I flew the lower sky, above suburbs, parks, and busy interstates, the cars sparkling in the sun like rows of alabaster pearls. I perched on trees and high monuments. I told people standing on Earth not to worry that I stood on ledges.
I landed on railway tracks. They hummed and I searched for something at my feet, in between the oil-soaked boards. Was it a fragment of my waking self? I didn't see the freight train until it was upon me, like a beast.
I materialized in a theater lobby. A killer walked out of a movie poster, was luring three of us into an unused hallway. A sharp blade brandished, he said I'm going to flay you for food.
I escaped from a door marked "Exit", climbed to the roof, spread my arms, and flew into the safe sky.
[FADE TO BLACK].
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Author's Note
I've been on blood thinners for pulmonary embolisms that hit December 14th, 2010. On February 28th, the headaches began. Sometimes, like this past Saturday and Sunday, they turn into migraines. The content of this piece comes directly from the dreams that occurred when the pain medication kicked in.
Michael, so glad you posted this on Fictionaut. It has an eerie, threatening tone combined with lovely, flushed out dreamy state about it. The language is prose-poem in style and yet filmy and gauzy, too. I like the FADE at the end, also.
Fave.
Thank you, Robert. You're gracious with these comments and I'm appreciative and honored. Best always,
the pain is palpable and this is a terrific example of turning the crap of life into art. Wonderful. Very hard to read and it should be.
this paragraph is a micro:
Like a bird, I flew the lower sky, above suburbs, parks, and busy interstates, the cars sparkling in the sun like rows of alabaster pearls. I perched on trees and high monuments. I told people standing on Earth not to worry that I stood on ledges.
also, great and perfect title
Love dreams. This one is a whopper.
Hi Meg! What amazing and kind comments! Thank you! (I love that paragraph, too! Thrilled that it found a way to connect with you.)
@ Christopher: Thank you for commenting on my story! I too have always been fascinated with dreams, whether they are mine or others. I'm pleased that you find this one a "Whopper"! Thx again!
Wow! "Bodies like vines..." Tough story turf, but the elegance of the prose makes it not just palatable, but almost overwhelmingly declicious. Fav!
I love your description of the landscape of this story, Barry -- "tough story turf"! I'm thrilled to hear that it worked for you. I'm greatly honored by your comments, Barry. Thank you!
"Our bodies, like vines, grappled to sate our longing..."
beautiful
" I didn't see the freight train until it was upon me, like a beast."
Wonderful sentence!
Excellent piece.
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